Tuesday: Literally Just Happened
As their friend circle's world crashed outside Jean's room, the two that had escaped the maelstrom were curled up quiet, twisted in sheets and boxers and long legs. The slight sweat was cooling between them, but that's what duvets are for. Jean rests his cheek on Marco's shoulder, slipping into the dip there, and counted the freckles on the back of Marco's hands.
"So, what now?"
"You're not going anywhere," Jean snapped, rolling over to pin Marco to his bed with more than just a head and shoulder. Marco coughed as the breath was pushed out of him, but he smiled, laying a hand on the small of Jean's back. All of Jean's skin lit on fire at that, but he just scowled. "You started it."
Marco laughed, craned up to kiss him smartly. "That I did." He squirmed a little so that Jean's inelegant sprawl slotted him between his legs instead, relieving the pressure of a bony hip on his. "So that means you wanna keep on keepin'?"
"Hell yeah." Jean ducked into Marco's neck so he didn't have to watch the corner of his eyes crinkle every time Jean opened his mouth. "But, like, we're graduating in two weeks. Less than that." Marco hummed. "So, what, we just have a lot of sex for a week and then never see each other again?"
"Well I hope not." Marco grinned and rolled his hips, just once. "Although that sex thing sounds nice."
"Oh my God, how did we ever think you were an innocent." Marco laughed, in Jean's ear and through his ribcage. Jean squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his face more into Marco's neck and less into the pillow behind it. "Take me with you to Milwaukee."
"It's Minneapolis, Jean." Fingernails pinched at Jean's spine. "And, what."
Jean heaved himself up to his elbows, tangling his fingers in Marco's already finger-tangled hair so he could stare at him. "I'll come with you, if you let me. My parents'll be glad that I'm not cluttering up the house with my unemployment." He grinned, and Marco licked at his lips. "I'll get a job. Be your roommate that you have sex with. Figure it out in Madison."
"Minneapolis."
"Yeah, whatever, Midwest with an M, I'm close enough." Jean closed his eyes and knocked foreheads with Marco to hit away the cold waterfall of blood in his ears. "Can I?" Marco's breath fluttered hot and wet across his chin. "I don't wanna force you."
Marco chuckled, down to their pressed stomachs. "Precious." A butterfly kiss. "Of course you can be my roommate."
"That you have sex with." They both laughed at that, and Marco rolled them, careful to avoid duvet twisting and edge falling. It was his turn to hover, a glint in his eye that Jean was coming to love.
"About that part."
